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Green smirked. "You're good."

"The best," agreed Ann. "Three million Euros in one af-ternoon."

"Three million?"

"He's taking his daughter, too."

"I didn't know he had a daughter," said Green.

"I thoroughly research my prospects. That's why I'm worth my commission," replied Ann. "She's from his
first marriage. Doesn't live with him. When he brought her to the showing, I knew she was the key to the
sale. They're not close, and that's why he wants her on this vacation."

"What for?" asked Green. "Having a kid hanging around would be the last thing I'd want."

"I believe he wants to resurrect his family," said Ann.

"Only with a younger wife," said Green cynically.

"Yes," agreed Ann, "that's his pattern." She saw her op-portunity to break the bad news and took it. "But
you're right about him. He doesn't really want the kid hanging around. That's why I told him our staff
naturalist would keep her busy."

"You told him what?" said Green angrily. "I don't want anyone else in on this! Too many know already.
Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm a salesperson, the best. I trust my instincts, and I felt it was necessary to close the sale. If you
disagree with my judgment, I'll call Greighton up and tell him I was mistaken about the naturalist. But I
guarantee he'll cancel."

"I don't want a scientist snooping around. You know that!"

"He'll be a naturalist, for heaven's sake. I said he'd be young, too. How much trouble could he cause?"

"You didn't listen to me," said Green coldly.

"Look, I think Greighton's more to you than a customer. If you need a big investor, he's as rich as they
come. I de-livered him. I'd think you'd be grateful."

"You think too much," replied Green. He glared from the screen while he thought. "Okay," he said finally,
"you find the naturalist. Research him like you would a prospect. Someone to keep the girl out of
Greighton's hair and some-one who'll keep his nose out of my business. I'm holding you responsible.
Don't screw up!" The screen went blank as Green broke the connection.

Ann Smythe found her hands were shaking as she sat at her computer to begin her research. As a
freelance marketer, she was used to demanding clients, even abusive ones. It came with the territory.
Yet, Green unnerved her. She relied on her instincts, and she trusted them. They told her to be cautious;
there was something going on.